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[onefellswoop]

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[onefellswoop]

Do I think you’re a pretty wolf?

Oh, Puppy, I know it.

(And think it as well, yes. 😌❤️)

Even in the Forest, when I was a creature driven half from my senses, careening after a wolf more shadow than flesh and bone, I knew it. There was nothing that better caught my eye, or snared within my knowing.

…I [ … ] hadn’t realized this before, not consciously, but [ … ] there were notions I carried. Stray images, stray certainties flashing gossamer through my thought. A sense of shadow as beauty; a sense of brilliance wrapping itself in night.

A sense of longing, though I couldn’t name it at the time.

[ … ]

I glimpsed you, one or thrice, with fur silver, gold, and gleaming. Did you know? The wolf, my wolf caught sleeping.

[ … ]

I’d almost forgotten. It’s another memory that’s difficult to keep in hold. But I saw the wolf you were, outside your shadow; I’m certain of it.

You’ve said you were weary; that your coat was disarrayed, your skin worked into torment by forest-needles and neglect. And perhaps your fur had grown matted, but I— What I remember.

What I saw was brilliance.

I couldn’t approach you. I watched you, and I left you there.

You turned my heart; you stole my breath.

My Love, I have never seen anything so beautiful as the wolf you are.

I’ve never seen something, someone so pretty. In the guise of man or wolf - and I dare to say, in any other form you might take - there is nothing so pretty as my Puppy.

Believe me on this, hm? And ask yourself (an unanswerable query, for there is no other): Who else could make the Dark One swoon? 


😌✨❤️🐕